AN. Okay, sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but I have been very busy! Anyway, here is district 7, enjoy!
Coffee
Katie Whitewolf...
As I wake up I smile to myself, I won't have to work to hard on training today because of the reaping. Oh yeah, the reaping...I jump out of bed and throw on a skirt and a clean blouse than quickly brush threw my brown hair. I look down at myself and frown. I am one of the few girls who have a wrestler's body, not a skinny, perfect one. It's because my dad has been training ever since my mom and little brother died. I am very good with weapons, but a bunch of the other girls are very rude about it. Oh well, I don't care.
I walk to the dinning room and see my dad sitting at the table.
"Hey Katie" dad says.
"Hi dad" I say with a smile. It's been only me and him for years. My little brother died from sickness and my mom...well lets just say that if I ever meet the president, my mother will me avenged.
"How was your sleep?" dad asks.
"Oh fine" I say. "Hey, do I have to train today?"
"Only a bit, but just with a dagger, not an axe. I know that I've been a little hard on you the last few days, so I decided that you don't have to do so much today" dad says with a smile.
I nod.
I don't mind training; it's just constant training that bothers me. I would join the careers, than leave, but I don't like the careers, just if I'd ever survive the games I'd need to join them. I have been training for the games my whole life, and I do hope I never get in, but if I ever do I need to be prepared.
I nod again and walk outside to where we usually train. I fight with the dagger for half and hour until my stomach starts to hurt and I realize I didn't eat before so I laugh and go back inside. I eat a plate of fruit and than smile. This is just one more reaping, one more reaping getting me closer to being over. I can't wait! If I survive today, I bet I'll never get picked.
I throw on a nice jacket and run out the door blowing a kiss to my dad.
I realize that I must be running late and start to run as fast as I can. I am very good at running, because I usually I run away from teachers so I have had a lot of practice.
I get to the justice building and go to the fourteen years old girl section. I sit and wait, and soon I'm bored. I sigh. Why is this taking so long?
"Our female tribute will be" the escort says. Finally! "Katie Whitewolf!" What?
I slowly walk up on stage. Did my name really just get picked? It couldn't have! My name has only been in...Four times!
"Our male tribute will be..."
Marc Delavega...
I slowly make my way out of bed when I get up. I don't feel good since it's the reaping. I hate reapings. Today is Alana's second reaping!
I walk down the hall and into the dining room.
"Marc, guess what?" Alana says with a grin.
"Uh-huh?" I ask.
"I'm going to volunteer this year!"
"Yeah, you'd totally win" I say, sarcastically.
"But...I would" Alana says with a frown.
"Okay, you would win against twenty-three other people who are trying to kill you and are probably all bigger than you?" I say with sarcasm.
"Well you couldn't win either!" Alana says.
"Wait, Alana, I didn't mean it like that" I say, putting my hands up.
Alana sticks her tongue out at me. I don't mean to be so sarcastic, I just always slips! I feel really bad about it.
"Sorry" I say.
Alana rolls her eyes. That's the eighth time this week that I've made a sarcastic comment at her! I'm out of control!
I always make comments like that because I don't know what else to do. I just feel angry because I killed my father! Okay, I didn't kill kill him, I just feel like I could've stopped it, and I could've but I was to stupid to take that chance.
I sit down at the table where my mom is drinking a small cup of coffee.
"Would you like any, Marc?" mom chirps. She spends a lot of time with birds and she has a bit of a sing-song voice.
"No way, that stuff smells" I say. Mom raises an eyebrow.
"Did I do it again?" I ask.
"Yep" Alana says from the other room.
"Shut it" I say.
"You first" Alana says.
"No, you first" I smile.
"Would you stop teasing your sister" mom chirps.
"Sorry Alana" I call.
"Sorry Marc" Alana says.
I don't talk to anyone but my mom and sister. People probably blame me for my dad's death. I feel terrible.
I walk to my room and put on a coat and change my pants. I don't need to change my shirt; I slept in a t-shirt so it'll be fine.
Alana and I walk and the door and run to the justice building.
Alana goes off to the thirteen year old girls and I go to the seventeen year old boys.
A girl gets reaped. She has mousey brown hair in a ponytail and a wrestler's body, kind of cute.
"Marc Delavega!" the escort calls.
Oh no! What about Alana?! What am I going to do?! I look over at her. She looks just as shocked as I feel.
I get pulled up on stage. I feel like dads death is coming back to haunt me and this isn't pretty...
AN. I know, it's not the best reaping that I've done but I tried to stay in character, and frankly, it was a lot more in character than the last one, so review please :)
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